September 30, 2024Shaking Hands with the Dead
They took a piece of cadaver
and put it in my wrist,
dead ligament better than
no ligament at all.
I wiggle my thumb,
now free of all pain,
and think of the rest of the body
that gave itself unknowingly
to free me of my suffering.
The dead are generous that way,
corneas and kidneys,
piece by piece making life
more livable for the living,
these messiahs among us,
the Kings of Pieces
waiting to live again.
They even give their hearts
and ask for nothing in return.
from #85 – Musicians